Nothing in life is certain. Nobody can guarantee you sunshine, rainbows, and happiness. Nobody said life would be simple. When life becomes difficult, you learn to survive. Emily Jane Lockett is no stranger to the working world. Dreaming of a brighter future and a better life for herself and her brother is what motivates her every day. Daniel Steven Rhiner has it all. He never had to labor for anything. When Daniel's father's firm wants to combine with a competing company, the only way for that to happen without a contract is for Daniel to marry the daughter. Daniel has no interest in this; he wants a lady who would love him for himself, not for his money or social standing, or for a business transaction. The only way out is to marry within the next six months before the competitor company's father returns to consummate the deal. This makes him sign a marriage contract with Emily Lockett, who is in desperate need of cash. Will Emily regret this decision, or will Daniel fall in love in the process?
"Shit! I'm going to be late!" I muttered as I dashed to the bus stop.
When I eventually arrived at the bus station. The bus travel was lengthy and monotonous. This gave me time to reflect and be concerned about everything.
"So, I dropped Collin off at school. I completed the bills and checks for half of the ones due this month. The restaurant will pay me next week, so that will cover some of the other expenditures." I told myself, trying not to stress out more than I was.
Since our parents died in a car accident five years ago, I have taken the responsibility of caring for Collin. Collin was only 10 years old and I was just 19 years old. The horn jolted me back from my thoughts.
As soon as I alighted, I dashed over to the nearby restaurant.
I've worked at the restaurant since I was a senior in high school and am now 24 years old.
When I walked in, Mrs. Ranker my boss emerged from the rear with a grin on her face. She is a chubby old lady who always maintains a lovely smile on her face.
"Oh, Emily, I'm delighted you made it to work today. You are aware that you are five minutes late."
"Sorry for the delay, Mrs. Ranker. Today's bus ride took a bit longer."
"Child, what happened to your car?" she said, looking at me.
I was not the one who shied away from the way I lived. I worked hard for all I owned and everything I could offer to my brother. Since my parents died and left me in the care of my brother, I've accepted the label "poor" or "lower-middle class." But, for some reason, selling my vehicle to generate money and my smartphone to obtain a cheap flip phone makes it seem more genuine rather than simply a misunderstanding categorization.
"I had to sell the automobile, Mrs. Ranker. Collin and I were in desperate need of money." I tell her, my head bowed. I felt humiliated and ashamed.
I could see her adoring eyes as I raised my head. "It's unfortunate to hear that, honey. If you need me to move your time back, I can do it."
"I'd love to, but I won't be able to since I won't have enough time to go to my other work. But thank you once more." As she pulls me out of her embrace, I tell her.
"You work too hard, sweetheart. You must re-enter society and return to school to complete the degree you were working on."
I needed to weep. I wanted to complete school; it was never my plan to drop out, but I had to in order to take over the expenses and assist my brother. I wanted to give him a better shot in life. I wanted him to go to a good institution and be successful in life.
"Perhaps after Collin finishes college, I'll return," I tell her without allowing my tears to fall. I move away before I begin to weep.
Mrs. Ranker allowed me to serve tables so that I might earn more tips. I was quite fortunate to have such a boss. She became my second mother.
When I glance up, I find that my shift has finished, so I run to the rear and change into my other clothing. I hurriedly board the bus and go to the movies.
I worked at the restaurant and I also work at the theatre in the evenings to make extra cash.
I check in and take a seat behind the ticket counter.
I'm halfway through my third hour of work when the manager summons me to his office.
As I walked, all I could think was, "Oh sh*t, what have I done?"
When I knock on the door, I hear a voice say, "Come in."
When I opened the door, there he was, my biggest nightmare. No, he wasn't a bad boss; only that being here meant I might be fired.
"You summoned me, Mr. Fintch."
Mr. Fintch is my supervisor at the theatre. He is in charge of the staffs and he has been really kind to me. He helped to increase my work hours at the theatre so I could make extra bucks.
"Yes, I wanted to speak with you about your working hours. I'm sorry to inform you that I cannot work the hours you requested. I would have to reduce it beginning next week. I have too many workers who accuse me of favoritism by giving you additional hours each week."
"Mr. Fintch, I need all of these hours! I'm not trying to be self-centered; I simply need to support my brother and myself. This is my second job, yet we're still struggling to make ends meet! Please don't reduce my hours; I need all your help!" I'm bawling at this point. I couldn't care whether he saw me. I was so unhappy that I couldn't handle it any longer.
He arose from his sit. "I'm very sorry, Emily. I realize you need the hours, and I wish I could help, but my supervisor has told me to reduce your hours, and everyone else's so everyone has the same number. However, you will be paid as if your hours had not been reduced for this paycheck. That's all I can do for you."
"I gazed up at this kind and compassionate guy. Thank you, and please accept my apologies for my breakdown in your office."
"Apologies are unnecessary. If you and your brother ever need a home-cooked supper, my wife, myself, and our two children would be delighted to have you join us."
I embraced him. "I really appreciate it."
"Please come by at seven o'clock tomorrow night." As he handed me his address and phone number, he added. "I'm sorry to spoil this moment, but you're done for the day."
I gathered my belongings and proceeded to the bus station. As I sat there, I pondered how I would inform Collin that my hours had been reduced. I was concerned about how we would get by next month.
Scarlett Woods assumed her life would always be dismal, drab, and unwelcome. She was lonely and silent, haunted by the painful recollections of her terrible past. But she had no idea there was a guy out there. A guy who was smitten by the rain Xavier Thorn is every woman's fantasy and every man's nightmare. CEO, billionaire. He has everything, yet he is nothing. When he compares himself to his name, he sees his existence as unpleasant and unwelcome as a thorn. He had no idea that roses required their thorns to defend them. And one day, he discovered his rose. He also pledged to be her thorn. He would defend her even if it meant putting his damaged heart in danger. What happens when a beautiful, lonely girl meets a dark, strong man? Will a lethal Thorn be able to defend something as fragile as Scarlett? Will Scarlett be able to surrender whatever remains of her broken heart to Xavier? Will they put everything on the line or let it go? Follow Scarlett and Xavier as they go on a journey filled with stunning revelations, painful pasts, betrayals, and grief, only to discover that love awaits those who persevere long enough to attain it.
He bent down to meet mine, his fingers gripping my chin, still unsatisfied with our physical touch. "Fiancée?" he inquired, his voice soft. As the stress from our physical touch increased, I nodded. I locked my gaze on his attractive features. "Do you consider yourself my fiancée?" I nodded once more. Of course, I was his fiancée, and I'd keep it no matter what. "Let's see whether you truly are," he said gently between breaths. His tone conveyed a threat, and I shuddered. "A fiancée is allowed to kiss her boyfriend. Let us see if you can—-" In the blink of an eye, he mashed his lips on mine. *********************** He is my only true love. I've loved and admired him from the first time I lay eyes on him, and becoming his wife is the ultimate fantasy of my life. But he despises me. He has despised me from the first time he saw me, and he is determined that shattering my heart and driving me away will be his crowning accomplishment. Despite all the turmoil, heartache, and heartbreak he has given me, I am still engaged to him —- this cold, distant, and cruel guy. Yes, he is my only true love. But he is also my greatest obstacle. Will I be able to give my heartless heartbreaker a heart?
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"